Am I a Pirate? Legolas x Fem Pirate Reader

Chapter 5

Far away among wide green stretches of land, rode the other half of what was left of the fellowship, alongside the men of Rohan as they were on their way towards Gondor.

No.

He ripped himself out of his daydream. He couldn't bear to think about it. Not yet. The wound was still too fresh. But still, he couldn't shake that feeling. That sensation, it was all he could think about no matter how hard he tried to avoid it. It was like her touch was haunting him. It was still burning hot on his skin, as if her very essence had burned itself into his flesh. Like she had become a part of his very being.

Sometimes, even though he knew better, he told himself that he was in pain only because she was away and he missed her and not because of what had actually accrued. Trying, desperately, to soothe his aching heart, he tried to avoid all thought about the conversation they had, though still- he could never help himself from remembering the feeling of her lips on his...

That feeling, that sensation, that... phenomenon that was her. It haunted his dreams, made his head spin and his heart race until he awoke with a heaving chest and blown out pupils, only to have to realise that his own mind had lied to him. That he was alone, that she wasn't here with him.

Even worse.

That she... didn't want to be here with him. Or with him at all.

It turned these wonderful loving, happy dreams into nightmares that followed and tortured him every waking moment of his day. It was a curse and yet a blessing, that even though she was far away. Somehow her touch was still with him.

Her soft skin against his, the feeling of his fingers in her hair. The h/c tresses gliding through his gentle grasp. The sounds she made that still echoed in his mind and woke the same primal feeling in him, just as they had before.

Had he been wrong? Had he gone too far? Had he scared her, should he have held back? What was he supposed to do?

But even as worries clouded his thoughts, he couldn't bring himself to regret what he had done.

For even as she was gone, her touch was still with him.

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Legolas was too lost in thought to pay mind to the people around him that were struggling on the treacherous journey. He was walking beside Gimli, slowly approaching Éomer who was saddling his horse.

He looked around the horses and men, speaking, more to himself then to the men next to him.

"The horses are restless and the men are quiet." He said calmly, looking at Éomer or rather he was looking right through him. As if his spirit wasn't even on the same plane as them.

The man nodded in response, looking over to the nearby mountains.

"None who venture there ever return.  That mountain is evil." He warned sounding concerned and frightened.

With that Éomer abruptly left, leaving the elf and the dwarf behind. A bit further away stood Aragorn gazing at a dark path between these same mountains. His brows were furrowed and lips pressed into a tight line.